Brian Miller's Writings
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Short Story
Jun.24.2008
Upon a Time
Or
Several Perspectives of FAIR L Y Happy TALES
Chapter one
Cinder Boy
A sharp burst of wind down the chimney sent a blast of soot up into Robert's face, momentarily tearing the young man from his book’s world of swords, sorcery, dragons, and knights. His hands callused by thousands of paper cuts wipe the dark ash from his eyes leaving a finger...
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Poem
Jun.24.2008
Stars FallStars have fallen, so have I.Not like shooting, toward the earth.Emotions slipping, downward pulled.Catch my breath, keeping me up high.Never touch, the ground so inviting.Pull me in gravity’s embrace.But can leave.My own free will.Let me fall.Don’t try to catch.Falling stars. And I.Like some burning former heaven.I seek another place to dwell.Don’t...
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Poem
Apr.30.2008
The Fields of Your Eyes I lose my way in your Eyes Or is it there I find the way I lost. It doesn't take long, just a moment, for me to see The first glance you gave, I was lost in a fall Or is it spring with fields gold and green So like home, the fields on the farm But not just that, back there memory, the color brings to mind. Home like love, home as in where...
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Poem
Apr.30.2008
Escapes
You can say I will
But I won’t be
You say I do
But I don’t see
Your words try to latch on
But they loose grip
Trying to sway me
But I give you the slip
You’ve got me cornered,
No escape in sight
You think you’ve won
But I take flight
No emotional play
Or sizzling night
My heart is my own
Lust cools in the light
Time to move on now
You’ve figured me out...
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Poem
Apr.30.2008
Eyes
The eyes have me.
I guess I’ve always known.
I can’t replace the man with the green eyes
Eyes that once beckoned me with promises of home
I can not simply replace him, filling the vacancy with some stand in
My heart will not stand for the self deception
My head may create illusionary shrouds to mask would be suitors
Yet my eyes search those approaching...
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Short Story
Apr.21.2008
Brian’s Magic Ez Bake Oven
Brian was a simple boy, not to say that he was slow, it’s just that he was comfortable in his mundane life. He enjoyed the small things. He was content to work every day at his job managing a midsize flea market, bringing in a modest wage that was just enough to satisfy his greedy landlord. His apartment, if you could call it that,...
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About Brian
Gay Michigander by birth. Law degree waving part time writer full time reader.
Connections
Causes Brian Miller Supports
Out & Equal, for Workplace Equality
Brian’s Favorite Books
Leaves of Grass, Arrows of the Queen, Order of the Phoenix, Brandstetter Mysteries.